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Chapter 2

I stared off into space, my mind racing at speeds I didn't think were possible. He couldn't have been here. Why would he be back? I went to my locker and left in a daze. I barely remember driving home, but when I got there good old Sam decided that it was his dinner time so I gave him what was left of the cat food, and somewhere in there I snapped back to reality.

I looked at the clock, and decided Sam was right in eating now, but I couldn't find anything to eat. So out came the standard "I don't care what I'm eating" bowl of cereal. I got the milk out of the fridge, and something caused me to look at the face of the missing child on it. She looked to be about 10, and was cute, as only kids her age can be. A few years ago I would have gone to all costs to avoid seeing the face of a missing person, but since Rob left, my "gift" hasn't sent me any visions, so I was safe. The rest of the night went smoothly, I called Jacob at my parents house in Indiana. (Yes, they still live there, and Mastriani's is doing great.) After I was briefed by Jacob on everything, (it was cute, he talked so fast that I couldn't understand anything he said) my dad got on the phone and gave me the other point of view on how everything was going, and he asked me the standard questions, and then we hung up. (After Rob left me, it was all I could do to stop the manhunt from starting, so my family hasn't quite forgiven me for not letting them "kill the son of a bitch".)

It was a miracle; I was in bed at a reasonable hour, though with the help of some sleeping pills. (I do not endorse the use of these, or of using cold medicine for non-cold purposes, but when your mind is racing, it does help you to fall asleep.)

The next morning I slept in, a joy I won't have when Jacob comes back in about 3 weeks. Finally, Sam, in his almighty authority, decreed that it was his breakfast time so I needed to move. "Oh crap! Sorry Sam, but I have to go buy you some more food."

I went into the bathroom, took a shower, put on make-up, brushed my teeth and my hair, and changed. Then I grabbed my purse and shut the door. The store was only a block away, so I chose to not put anymore stress on my poor car and walked there.

About five minutes later I strode down the pet supplies aisle and grabbed two bags of cat food, went and got some more coffee filters, milk, and a pack of gum; and walked to the cashier.

That's when I saw him, and this time I was sure of it. Rob was back, in all his glory, walking through the doors of the store. This is pathetic, the second time I lay eyes on him in 5 years and my heart and breathing are already out of control.

"Miss," the cashier asks, "Are you all right?"

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine," I reply, again in a daze.

I paid and went for the doors, but my breath caught as he walked towards me. "Mastriani? Is that you?" ' Oh God, I LOVE his voice, so silky smooth….whoops, breathe Jess, in, out.'

"Hey Rob, long time no see." 'Smooth and original Jess. "LONG TIME NO SEE?" He must think you are pathetic!' I continued towards the door, but he blocked my path. "Umm, excuse me Rob, but you would be blocking the door, and I need to get home."

"Mastriani, we really need to talk about what happened."

"Look Rob, there's nothing to talk about. You.Left. Me. End of story. Okay? And now if you wouldn't mind moving, I have a starving cat at home, and I need to go." With that I shoved past him and continued down the street, leaving a dumbstruck Rob staring at me.

'Just keep walking, don't look back, keep going,' I silently encouraged myself. I thought the past five years would have cured me of the heart-racing and the erratic breathing, but apparently not. But how could he? He just expected me to let him in again after he just LEFT ME? So not going to happen. The reasonable part of me had its turn, 'But if you really hate him, why do you still have that reaction to him? Hmmm?' Then the other part of my mind said 'Yes, I can't help but be attracted to him, but I CAN still be mad at him.' While the full-on war was taking place in my head, I got back to my apartment, fed a STARVING Sam, and decided a nap would be nice. I took off my shoes and laid down on the bed.

There was the girl from the milk carton. She was outside some house, playing with a dog, but not looking happy. "Samantha! Get your sorryass in here!" A male voice yelled at the girl, Samantha, from inside the house. Before she went in, she picked up the mail. The address read-2809 Short Street…

I was startled awake when Sam jumped on my chest, and then "Oh shit." I had my powers back, and I knew where the missing girl was.

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